I was called a "Jerk" by my sweet, loving, miracle baby, let's donate money to cancer, I hate Santa, can I haz cookies now, thoughtful, love of my life, angel I call Trinity.
A JERK ~ people!!!!!
She called me a JERK ~ twice!!!
All I can say is I'm glad I did "not" eat all her candy.
Next up, we're running late, which "never" happens in our house ~ ever! I frantically run out to start the car. Nothing. Click, click, click. It's only like -135 degrees celsius ( that's - 4000 for my american friends) I shouldn't have to plug it in, right??
After a mild panic attack. My only option was to (gasp) walk the block and a half to school ( uphill both ways, of course). Then, do the trek all over again 3 hours later. Yes, I really do drive my car a block and a half to school.
~ Then, while layering up for the long hike, I decide it may be wise to wear something warmer than running shoes, so I quickly grab my winter boots out of the garage (where my car should be) . Something felt funny under my big toe. No time to check... must get loving daughter to school.
Get home, check said boots, and what falls out (to my horror) ~ wait for it...... a giant, scrunched up, Spider! NOT EVEN KIDDING! I mean, it was huge. HUGE, I tell ya!!!
Okay, maybe not big as a german shepard huge, but still.....
Note to self: Next year, when pulling out a pair of smelly footwear, check for dead gigantic insects. Or better yet, plug in your dumb-ass car, and wear flip-flops all year round!!!